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"Can I just ask you ONE thing?" Wilson said, walking into Cuddy's office.
Cuddy looked up. "If this is abou me hospitalizing House--"
"For OCPD?" Wilson cut. "Yeah--it is. Being the Dean, you should know better than anybody else in this building that you don't need hospitilization for OCPD!" he told her.
Cuddy sighed. "Okay--FIRSTLY: you're right, but here's the twist--he's got something MORE than just OCPD than can hurt everyone here. SECONDLY: if I hadn't admitted him in, God only know," she told Wilson, who was completely baffled.
"Wh--hold on. What more does he have?"
Cuddy bit her lip. Did she REALLY want to tell Wilson the digns she'd been seeing in House? She sighed, then said, "I didn't want to tell anybody, but seeing as how you're his best and only friend--"
"Just tell me what he's got," Wilson sighed impatiently.
"I'm not sure WHAT just yet, but I've noticed some other things with him," Cuddy answered.
Wilson eyes her. "What things are you talking about?"
"I--okay, what I'm going to tell you, I'm telling you this PURELY out of trust and because of your guys' friendship, got it?" Cuddy asked him.
Wilson nodded. "Absoutely..."
"Do you have anything that you think is RIGHT or that I most likely have?" Cameron asked House.
"The only thing we can think of is possible epilepsies," House grabbed his Vicodin just as Foreman walked in.
"Don't," Foreman said, reaching for the container. House pulled it away from him like a child. "Why not?" he asked defensively, eyeing him.
"Cuddy said so," Foreman said simplu, still holding his hand out for the vile.
House sighed, rolled his eyes, and placed the container in Foreman's open hand. "Jerk she is, huh? Now what am I supposed to do?"
"She's administering some morphine--"
"WHAT the HECK does she think I have?" House burst out. "Something MORE than OCPD, or else she wouldn't have admitted me, that's for sure!"
Cameron looked at the both of them. "What are your symptoms, House?"
"Even I don't know the answer to that," he muttered. "What I DO know is that--"
"He's been having lapses, memory blackouts, illusions, AND hallucinations?" Wilson asked incredulously. "Are you absolutely sure?"
Cuddy nodded. "He'll deny it and an all he wants, but something's going on and we need to find out what."
"So--that means Foreman, Chase, and I have to solve Cameron's case AND find out what's wrong with House?"
Cuddy nodded.
"Then let the fun begin..."
"What do you know?" House asked as Wilson walked in. "Tell me everything she said."
"Nope. Sorry. it's strictly confidential and between us," Wilson told his friend, standing at the end of his bed.
"Spoilsport," House muttered. He looked over at Allison, who was asleep and squinted hard. "The heck?..."
Wilson followed his friend's gaze. "What? I don't see anything."
"No? I do," House got out of his bed and stood above Allison's. "She's bleeding?" his tone held some confusion. "The heck is that all about?"
Wilson, just as confused as House, stood next to him and looked in the same spot. There was absolutely nothing there. "Um, House? Are you feeling okay?" Wilson swallowed hard.
"What? I'm fine," House answeed, pulling back Allison's covers.
Wilson watched his friend's eyes grow wide. "House...there's nothing there. Are you SURE you're feeling okay?" Wilson said again, looking very much now concerned.
"I'M fine. She's bleeding to death," House said. "The heck is she bleeding from? Get the guys, would you?"
"House, she's NOT bleeding!" Wilson put his hand on the spot of the bed House was staring at wide-eyed.
"Shouldn't have done that," House said.
"Why not? There's nothing there!"
"Your hand--"
"House, how many times do I need to say it and explain myself?" Wilson was losing patience.
"--there's blood on your hand now," House finished, lifting Wilson's wrist.
Wilson looked. Instantly he believed everything Cuddy's told him.
Because Greg House was DEFINTELY hallucinating...
"What happened?" Cuddy asked, walking into Wilson's office.
Wilson showed her his left hand. "See anyting? Anything that resembles blood?" he asked her.
Cuddy looked baffled. "No...why? What'd you do?"
"I didn't do anything, and House certainly saw blood," Wilson said. Then to her confused look, he added, "He 'saw' that Cameron was 'bleeding' and flipped out."
"And she wasn't?"
"Nope," Chase's voice said as he walked in with Foreman. "We checked every inch of her and her bed. No blood anywhere or anything that's even close to resembling blood."
"Which means House was hallucinating it badly," Foreman said. "Simple as that."
Cuddy bit her lip. "He's getting worse. Faster than I thought."
"We have to be super-careful around him," Chase added. "He's so jumpy, and--"
"Molevolent?" Cuddy asked.
"No..." Foreman answered. "Just easily frekaed. Why molevolent?"
Cuddy looked at the three men. "But he WILL be...and when he is, we'll have to sedate him and put him in a confinement room."
Wilson's jaw dropped. "You mean upstairs in the--"
" 'Mental Ward'?" Foreman looked as shocked and incredulous as the others. "Isn't that a little extreme?"
"It won't be easy to shrug off when it happens!" Cuddy snapped, leaving.
"Woah, hold on. Wait," Wilson stopped her. "How do you know all this is happening and going to happen in advance?"
Cuddy swallowed hard. "It happened to my father..."
"What happened to him?" Chase asked.
"He--he got so out of control that he died...he killed himself in the hospital---in the Mental Ward..."
Uh-oh...
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